Lyn couldn't think of a single one who would offer themselves up as a meal. At least, not readily. Though demons would probably be looked upon neutrally by the fae. Nature was dual. It could be beneficial, it could be cruel, but ever was it nature. They viewed 'good' and 'evil' different than most. She wasn't sure what the elves would think. "Maybe not for meals, but for other things...you never know."
She laughed, the corner of her lips settled into a smirk. "You might have your hands full trying to save me, if I'm as hot as you say," she teased back at his earlier words. "But maybe -- " Her words were cut off as they were bumped and she took a breath. That would start to get old. Maybe she didn't notice the shift of his hands, not at first. But she felt them there, she just didn't mind. Which was probably a bad thing.
"Sounds like I'm safe," Lyn tried to joke, but it fell flat in her delivery. She watched his face, turning her head slightly as he ran his fingers through her hair. It felt familiar. When he leaned closer her eyes were half-lidded, her breath mingling with his. He was going to kiss her, she thought. She should pull away. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the warmth of his breath across her face, and she wanted him to kiss her.
Her lips parted and she realized they stood there, hardly apart, her eyes shifted to look back at his so close. Her body suddenly ached with the remembrance of having had him before, close like this, and closer. "I ...." She should be saying something now. But it was difficult to think beyond the man in front of her. "I think I should go," her throat felt as tight as the rest of her body, "I don't feel good." A lie. At least sit down, because she didn't trust her feet or that feeling of vertigo.